Broken Valentine
by Candace Armstrong

I admit to being naive.
Attention overpowered me
in love, I wanted to believe.

And so denied you would deceive
your promises of love carefree.
Perhaps I am a bit naive.

A perfect, heady love achieve
with you, in perpetuity.
In love, I wanted to believe.

Dreams of babies I'd conceive.
Who knew you weren't for family?
Only one who's quite naive.

Broken hopes I tried to retrieve,
repair our fractured chemistry.
In love, I needed to believe.

Alone again I sadly grieve
because our love was not to be.
And now no longer so naive,
in love, I'm failing to believe.

 

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